The Life of a Hacked PokemonNumbers.The Life of a Hacked Pokemon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was the first thing I was aware of.
Shortly following, I gained a shape, body, personality, and an odd craving for spice.
But then something changed. The numbers shifted, and the colours on parts of my body became different. I didn't really mind; I was still myself.
Next, the numbers surrounding me faded and I found myself on ground, which happened to be lightly coloured dirt. Grass surrounded me, but I paid no mind to it. Instead, my attention was on the teenage boy in front of me. His hair looked white and I couldn't really see his face. I saw he was holding something purple, and after a moment he tossed it into the air.
The next thing I knew, I was inside something. I wiggled, pushing on all sides of this tiny confinementbut it refused to budge. After a few tries, I gave up. Whatever I was in, I wasn't getting out.
Some time later, I have no idea how long; I was suddenly pushed out of my prison. The boy was back, standing in front of me and holding out something.
ScarsWhat is a scar?Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a word of a story,
Written out on a body.
My skin some pages,
From the book of my life.
Scars spelling out,
Injuries and healing's,
Enticing others to ask for my stories.
Some hidden, unknown,
Til I allow them to show,
Stories of hope,
Coupled with stories of pain,
Harm that came,
And the strength that was found,
Strength to endure,
Strength to heal.
Aren't my scars lovely?
Beautiful words to my story.
Statistics-Years after birth: 14Statistics2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Times I cried: 165
-Swings swung on: 17
-Swings fallen off of: 17
-Schools attended: 3
-Detentions deserved: 9
-Times I should have stood up for myself: 27
-Times I didn't: 26
-Books read: 1046
-Pencils lost: 290
-True friends: 1
-Fake smiles: 441
-Different anti-depressants taken: 5
-Ones that worked: 1
-Scars that won't fade: 12
-Scars I made: 11
-Attempted Suicides: 3
-Stuffed animals: 22
-Poems written: 56
-Poems read: 101
-People that looked: 226
-People that saw: 18
-Songs listened to: 599
-Times I was told to change: 32
-Times I changed: Too many
-Eating disorders acquired: 2
-Pounds lost: 44
-Counselors seen: 7
-Unexpected allies: more than I ever knew.
-Comfort offered: 25
-Comfort needed: 25
-New Hopes: 75
-Remembered Dreams: 268
-Times truly healed: 0
-Mistakes made: 1006
-Mistakes learned from: 994
-Years left to live: Unknown
-Years not to be wasted: all of them
-Lives left to
Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
Una navidad con Naruto. Capitulo finalUna navidad con Naruto. Capitulo final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Capítulo V (Final)
Las luces de navidad titilaban pausadamente adornando el gran árbol de navidad que se encontraba en la plaza central de Konoha. La verdadera navidad estaba a la vuelta de la esquina, faltaban tan solo una hora para que las agujas del reloj marcaran las doce de la noche. Habíamos finalizado la hora de la cena, cuando ambas parejas salimos del restaurante donde habíamos ingresado una hora y media atrás, nos habíamos quedado un buen tiempo, ya que luego de comer pedimos el postre y comenzamos a hablar de diversas anécdotas, vivencias etcétera, hasta que finalmente concluimos con una pequeña taza de café.
Con el estómago lleno nos dirigimos hacia la plaza central, donde una hora después debíamos encontrarnos con las demás parejas, caminamos juntos, Sasuke tomando de la mano a Sakura, y yo a la par de Naruto, mientras que él intentaba tímidamente tomarme de la mano, como lo hacia fácil
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 1Part One: Strangers in the NightTwilight's Best Friend: Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight Sparkle buried her head in her book as she tried to concentrate, shutting out the crashing of the torrential rain and the wailing of the wind outside her house. Try as she might however, she couldn't shut out the wailing that was going on inside.
"But Twilight!" Spike moaned, tugging at her shoulder. "You said you'd read me a bedtime ghost story! That was an hour ago!"
Twilight rolled her eyes and slammed shut the archaeology textbook she'd been studying. "Fine Spike, fine!" she huffed, trotting over to the pesky dragon and opening the tattered book he had been clutching in his paws. "But if you get scared again, I'm not staying up all night making it better!"
Spike frowned. "But Twilight, that WAS a scary story! I mean, it was a VERY hungry caterpillar! The book even had HOLES in it!" He trembled again, eyes darting round the room as if a caterpillar would lurch out of the shadows at him.
Twilight gave a long, protracted sigh and
Portal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)Portal: Still AlivePortal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
I'm Falling DownI'm Falling Down3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Falling Down
Tears just seemed to pass me by
Swift as tsunami waves touching the sky
Reality was nothing but a mirror
Melting away like frozen water on fading fire
I let out a destructive sigh
Triggering the nightmares I kept inside
The memories that I don't want to remember
I deceived myself whenever I tried to keep it together
Images of agony
Infected my mind
And stinging anxiety
Shoots up my spine
Despair wrapped around my heart
And it wouldn't let me go
Peace was just too far
I can't take this anymore
I redefined self-hatred
I somehow cornered myself
I always existed in darkness
I was my own martyr who fell
I had to rip all the paths away
I have to force myself astray
So abandonment won't know where I am
The questions of being alone will become transparent
Condemning one another was just
the science of usacceleration = gravitational pull / massthe science of us6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didnt send my heartbeat into a frenzy the first time I saw you. It was a month or two before I started feeling the little palpitations inside my chest and made sure that my hand accidentally brushed against yours every now and then.
(I wanted to make sure you got used to the feeling of my atoms colliding with yours.)
I told myself it was stupid and simply physical. You werent pulling my heart strings, you were toying with my belt buckle by smiling at me across the room and asking me to spend time with you on a Saturday afternoon. I was sold by the time you pulled into my driveway and my name slipped from between your lips.
(Sweaty palms and twisted vocal chords told me no one said it quite like you.)
I promised myself this was strictly a one-way thing. I feigned like I felt nothing, and in my nervousness I became the witty jackass. You laughed at my barbed-wire jokes and sped through a red light while I was watching
Words are LouderBirds chirped happily in the trees that morning, as they did the morning before, and the morning before that, and every other morning since the day after Winter Wrap-up. They swooped from their nests upon the branches to collect their morning meals. The early bird, after all, does indeed get the worm. But, as Celestia's sun crept across the early reaches of the daytime sky, many ponies still slept.Words are Louder4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, in a modest house near the centre of the sleepy little town, one pony defied convention, as she did every weekday morning. The blonde mare made her way down the stairs cautiously, the early morning sunlight nearly blinding her through her descent from her bedroom. She had just enough time to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to work for the morning, and if she was anything, she was punctual.
Digging into the refrigerator, only her bubbly flank would be visible to any pony standing in the hall. She lived alone, so she made no effort to stifle the clanking of bowls, or the p
Last StopsLast Stops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she wanted to be called Ida, had found her chatter. “Oh, I
if teen dreams were teen novelsthere was once a boy who had all the write words to sayif teen dreams were teen novels3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all those fancy allegories, metaphors and similes
and antonyms of synonyms, like rails and snares and storms
and organs and trains and drums and hurricanes and
and she was only a girl with plain words, the kinds of things
that are only found in piles of papers and pens, books
she keeps where she sleeps,
that will only break when he leaves in the morning,
but she shares everything, like a boat shares a bard,
like a cigarette shares a lung, like a mouth shares other mouths,
like an artist shares her heart.
but there is a running in her heart:
not that type of beat she got when she was a little girl
and her favorite boy gives her a kiss on the cheek, but like when
he first shared his words with hers,
the kind of thing she gets only with naked skin,
and not like that kind of naked skin, naked, but before that
when she looks up and his eyes shine in that kind of way she thinks
might've happened when shakespeare was a teena
Nature's Night SongNature's Night Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the silent lands,
As if it flies home.
1. Terazniejszosc"Siedzę. Myślę.1. Terazniejszosc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A może tylko mi się zdaje.
Czas zwalnia, by znowu przyspieszyć.
Rzeczywistość to sen, a mary sieją w niej nieład."
Maniakalna królowa depresji siedzi. Myśli.
Lecz tylko tak się zdaje.
Skupienie jej umyka,
zdania nie są przyjazne kartce,
wolą zostać w zakamarkach umysłu.
"Co się dzieje?
Gdzie ja jestem?
Kiedy ja jestem?
Przecież to wszystko nie istnieje, ten świat to błona, która pęka po wystarczającym naciśnięciu.
Gdzie ja jestem?"
Set Me FreeThere is this pressure,Set Me Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clenching my chest,
So I cannot sit still,
Pained by unrest,
I twiddle my thumbs,
Not waiting but watching,
My mind feels numb,
And my eyes cannot see,
The world seems to blur,
As this monster breaks free,
With hungry eyes,
It shadows my mood,
No time for whys,
It's crippling and crude,
It's a forsaken part of me,
That I'd rather hide,
But I accepted the plea,
And I will abide,
We'll see where this broken road leads,
My soul is a devastating battlefield,
Growing the more my spirit bleeds,
Hope to decrease it, once I am healed,
The line in between, is so thin,
Crawling over my skin,
My life is fully in my control,
I struggle to find a way out of,
This deep and miserable hole,
I'm not ashamed to admit,
I dug it all up with my own, bare hands,
'Till I found a depth that might fit,
The pain of this stranger, in a very strange land,
Me, the unknown, unnamed child,
Can't understand why this made me smile,
But as strange as I am,
I am still me,
My Old FriendMy Old Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.
Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade?
I have lost my best friend
Who connected me to my childhood.
Soon a house made of glas and stone will grow
Where you have been chopped.
Soon grey walls will tower, there,
Where you lie in the sunshine.
Perhaps a miracle will happen?
I will wait for it secretly.
Perhaps in front of the house will bloom a garden
And my tree will come to life again.
But then he will be weak an
VampirePrussiaXReader: Night King PT.3VampirePrussiaXReader: Night King PT.33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 3 - The Truth Behind Those Eyes PT.1
Series: Night King
VampirePrussiaXReader: Night King PT.3
A/N: Just to let you know, this might be RATED-R, later on, so just bare with it. If you can't handle it, then don't read it. This also might be in chapter parts, depending on how I want to continue or end. And were adding a song, that I'm listening to, for inspiration.
First Song: Disturbed "The Night" (Funny how this is a vampire story..*lol*)
Chapter 3: The Truth Behind Those Eyes PT.1
Previously In last Chapter: The women's face grew pale as she saw Gilbert's fangs slid down from his mouth as his fangs flashed in the darkness, not realizing that she had made a big mistake. In one swift motion, the Prussian's hands were on her throat, his fangs bearing at her in anger."Oh, and just to let you know . . ."